Torturing Tayla

The young redhead was led to a large room with a door on the far end and a staircase behind an archway.  The man turned to the other woman.
   “Go to your room, until I come for you Erin,” he said.  She silently nodded and turned, heading towards the archway and the stairs beyond it.  He, meanwhile, led her to the door.  Inside was a rather roomy office.  He sat down behind a mahogany desk and indicated for her to sit across from him in one of the comfy chairs.  
   “I have some question for you.  You will answer me honestly and promptly.  Is that understood?”  She nodded silently.  
   “Name,” he said staring at the computer screen.
   “Tayla,” she responded.  
   “Are you a virgin?”
   “No, I have two little ones.  One is…”
   “A simple ‘no’ will suffice Tayla.”
   “No, I’m not a virgin no.”
   “Can I assume you’re married, or are you a whore?”
   “I’m married.  You took my wedding ring,” the redhead stated, a hint of bitterness in her voice.
   “Ah yes, that’s right,” he responded rather absentmindedly, “We did.”
   “Age?” he asked.  
   “Thirty-two,” Tayla said.  He hadn’t looked at her the whole time but had entered all the information she had given him based on her answers to his questions.  Finally, he turned to face her.  
   “Do you know where you are and why you’re here, Tayla?” he asked.  The redhead, again, shook her head silently.  
   “I’m a procurement and training expert.  That means, darling, that I snatch women, such as yourself, and train them as slaves for their masters.  I think I can get a pretty good price for you”
   “Why me?” Tayla asked, tears beginning to form in the corners of her blue eyes.  
   “I don’t know if you’ve ever given much thought to what you look like to a guy.  I can tell you if you came up on my screen, I’d bid on you till I was broke.”
   “I’m a human being not a piece of meat,” she retorted hotly, her red-headed temper started to flair up, even as tears began to roll down her cheeks.  
   “As a human being, you’re just my client’s type.  As for not being a piece of meat, most of my clients, are also, not into cannibalism.  In any event, I think it’s time to start your training.”  He rose and took her chain and looked down silently at her, waiting for her to rise, silently daring her to fight him, challenge him, defy him.  With a sigh of resignation, she rose.
   “In the future, a sigh like that, will get you a slap at best, do you understand?” His look could’ve frozen Tayla’s blood.  She nodded submissively.  He led her silently through the halls.  She was glad there were so few people to leer at her naked body.  She was really, a beautiful woman. For having 2 children, she was in excellent shape.  Her tummy was tight, small, perky and pert breasts, taut ass, and flawless skin.  Being a redhead, she had pale skin, and beautiful large blue eyes. She had always been proud of her body.  She was led to a large room.  Near the centre of the room, there was a chair, which looked exactly like a barber’s chair, except for straps and cuffs.  
   “Sit,” he commanded.  Hesitantly, Tayla sat.  He quickly fastened her in.  Selecting a short cut on a trimming razor, he gave her a buzz cut, the beautiful red locks falling to the floor, as Tayla wept.  
   “Anything that attached you to your past life as a free woman is now gone.  Your transition into a slave can now begin,” he said with a triumphant smile.  Tayla wept harder.